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From upon this body on the floor
Behind a key locked wooden door
Dead by sadness back and dead by reason
Names aren't theirs but tyranny and treason
To believe what is said at all times, one or another
People killing and hating each other
But their dead not by murder but by and echoing fear
When nobody cares and nobod is near
When everybody simply puts you through Hell
But nobody knows the pain that is dealt
I don't want you to suffer because too feel like me
Is a feeling I have but don't want to see.